Luyện nghe bài hát Isis

(Words by Bob Dylan and Levy)

I married on the fifth day of May,
but I not hold on to her very long.
So I cut off my hair and I rode away
for the wild country where I could not go wrong.

I came to a high of darkness and light.
the line ran through the center of town.
I hitched up my to a post on the right,
went in to a to wash my clothes down.

A man in the corner me for a match.
I knew away he was not ordinary.
He said, "Are you lookin' for easy to catch?"
I said, "I got no money." He said, "That necessary."

We set out that night for the in the North.
I him my blanket, he gave me his word.
I said, "Where are we goin'?" He said we'd be by the fourth.
I said, "That's the best news I've ever heard."

I was thinkin' about turquoise, I was about gold,
I was thinkin' about diamonds and the world's necklace.
As we rode through the canyons, through the cold,
I was about Isis, how she thought I was so reckless.

How she me that one day we would meet up again,
and things would be the next time we wed,
If I only hang on and just be her friend.
I still remember all the best things she said.

We to the pyramids all embedded in ice.
he said, "There's a I'm tryin' to find.
If I carry it out bring a good price."
'twas that I knew what he had on his mind.

The wind it was and the snow was outrageous.
we chopped through the night and we through the dawn.
When he died I was hopin' it wasn't contagious,
but I made up my that I had to go on.

I broke into the tomb, but the was empty.
was no jewels, no nothin', I felt I'd been had.
When I saw that my partner was bein' friendly,
when I took up his I must-a been mad.

I picked up his and I dragged him inside,
him down in the hole and I put back the cover.
I a quick prayer but I felt dead inside
then I rode back to find just to tell her I love her, to tell her

She was there in the meadow where the used to rise.
blinded by and in need of a bed,
I came in from the with the sun in my eyes.
I her one time then I rode on ahead.

She said, "Where ya been?" I said, "No special."
she said, "You different." I said, "Well, not quite."
She said, "You been gone." I said, "That's natural."
she said, "You stay?" I said, "Yeah, I jes might."

Isis, oh, Isis, you child.
what drives me to you is drives me insane.
I can remember the way that you smiled
on the fifth day of May in the rain.